Tonight at the ripe old age of 32, I handed out Halloween candy for the first time. I was so excited, I did a live tweet feed of the costumes we saw. Three highlights stood out (well, one is more a "lowlight")...
1) A kid in blackface. No lie. Told me he was a gangster. I almost choked on my tongue. I want to shake his parents for not knowing how utterly racist & inappropriate that was. Or not caring.
2) The lawn gnome & the sock monkey. They were together. Nearly died of cute overload.
3) Mere seconds after I developed my "Uncostumed Teenagers Policy", I had to test it. Four boys came up, & only one was in costume (Death Eater).
"Tell me what your costumes are," I said. "The more clever your answer, the better the candy I give you from the basket." I was the GOOD candy house, too. Full-size Blow Pops, Reese's PB Cups, you name it.
"Can we talk about it?" one boy asked.
"Sure," I said.
They conferred for just a few seconds & then whirled around & posed at me. "We're the Beastie Boys!" and they burst into Intergalactic. I died laughing & they got the Fun Dip (my awesome reserve candy) AND handfuls from the general candy basket. They yelled "FUN DIP!!" and took off down the street still singing Intergalactic. Made my night.
Bryan shook his head & giggled at me all night, saying how cute it was that I was so excited. Man, y'all, I WAS!! I always want to be the awesome candy house. <3